Katie and kit

Getting to the front door Molly swung it open and literally jumped for joy seeing Katie with all her kit and supplies. “Great you’re here! You’ve got to see this!”

“I think I’m seeing plenty,” Katie said looking up and down her friend’s naked body. It's hardly the first time she’s seen Molly era spoglia, but she’s usually hiding from windows and not standing in her front doorway.

Molly looked down suddenly realizing what she meant and yelled out “CRAP!” before darting behind the door. Peaking her head around the door she ushered her friend.

Katie just chuckled as she dragged her cart of supplies past her hiding friend.

Molly quickly closed the door behind Katie and kept trying to tell herself the curtains across the street were just being blown around by their fans. That's all it was.

Seeing her friend plastered against the door, Katie could still see what led to their experimentation in college. She wondered if it was just a hangup of her upbringing that made her stop because seeing her flush heaving chest now was definitely doing something to her it shouldn’t. Shaking her head she broke her train of thought, “where’s our subject?”

Molly finally broke from her frozen stance and led Katie to the living room. As soon as Katie’s eyes got past the wrapping carnage, she was instantly drawn to the silicone suit. “Oh wow!” she said, picking it up while Paul was still distracted by the warnings. “This is impressive! I’d recognize Nico’s artistry anywhere.” Looking at the mass of the globes on the chest she chuckled, “he always does want to be more generous up top; definitely a breast man.”

“Oh hey!” Paul said looking up at Katie as the chest plate had moved, “when did you get here?”

Katie shook her head at Paul. He could ignore the world at times. “Just got here. You ready to get beautiful?”

“What I’m not naturally?” Paul says with an exaggerated pout.

Katie just rolls her eyes at his teasing before her eyes catch the stands of hair in the box. Grasping the wig she is immediately impressed, “did they send this too?!?”

“Ya, but they said it was real hair; seems kind of creepy.” Paul replied looking back at the list.

Katie literally slaps him on his bald head, “yes, this is real, high-quality genuine hair wig. And being this long it would cost a LOT of money.” Looking more closely at it she continues, “the color looks natural too; I don’t think they even dyed it.”

“Damn!” Molly says, “should I be jealous of your new boyfriends??”

“Hardly,” Paul responds, “they’re half away across the country.”

“You’re right,” Molly says, “guess it's just your local ones I have to worry about.”

Paul chuckled and reached over to swat her ass playfully.

Katie looked at the two of them, “I thought you two were in an open relationship anyway.”

They both replied in emphatic unison, “poly!”

“Right, whatever.” Katie did not have time for this. “Where are we doing this?”

“Oh,” Molly said walking towards the spare room, “I set ya’ll up again in here.”

Katie and Paul grabbed their supplies both happily following Molly’s bouncing behind to the bedroom. Once there, Molly showed them the vanity setup and made sure Paul’s cabinet was open. “Should have everything you need.”

Paul put the suit, wig, and inhaler on the bed while Katie started unpacking things. Katie noted the new color, “get your inhaler personalized?”

Paul chuckled at her, “no, its apparently a new formula.” Picking up and holding it against his robe, “besides, you know Vyki’s key color is lavender anyway.”

“Right, silly me.” Katie replied with an insufferable eye roll. “What’s new about it?”

“They said it’s a little longer lasting,” Paul said holding it up to look at it. “Still has the same potential side effects though.”

“Side effects?” Katie asked concerned.

“Ya, just if you use it too much for too long, but it's fine for a couple days’ use.” Paul assured her.

“Ah,” Katie said not really worried about his body if he isn’t. “Ready to get this going?”

Paul holds up the inhaler and breathes in holding it as they both stare at him impatiently before he finally breathes out. He then announces in his adjusted voice, “let’s do this thing!”

Molly looks at him questioningly, “did they make it not as strong as before?” She couldn’t deny it had raised his voice into the feminine realm, but it wasn’t what she remembered Vyki sounding like.

“Maybe,” Paul said shrugging his shoulders before taking another hit. As he let that one out, he could feel a fog rolling over his head and had to steady himself.

Molly immediately reached out to hold him, “you okay?”

“Ya, I’m fine,” Paul said with a distinctly feminine voice sounding remarkably like Molly remembered Vyki sounding. Standing up straight he smiled languidly at his wife, “just a momentary effect,” punctuated with what could only be called a ‘giggle’.

“Great,” Katie said getting down to business, “Molly, can you help me with the getting this bodysuit on him?” As she starts coating the suit’s insides with talcum powder.

“Sure,” Molly says cautiously as she removes Paul’s robe while he kind of sways as he seems to be listening to his own mental soundtrack.

“Alright, this main part just goes on like the other one; kind of like a shirt,” Katie says lifting it up over Paul’s head and working with Molly on the other side to guide it over Paul’s arms and popping his head up through the neck hole. She then proceeds to seal up the lower back with Molly’s help pulling the sides together almost like weak shape-wear.

Once they were done, Katie moved around to the front of the dangling appendage from the vest bouncing on Paul’s dangling appendage. “I am NOT touching that,” noting the slightly engorged nature. “That’s all you, honey,” she says looking at Molly.

Molly glances down and sees penis swelling and remembers that it has to go in a sleeve. As fun as it would be to properly relieve that, she didn’t feel comfortable doing it in front of Katie and didn’t really have time. “I’ll be right back.”

“K,” Paul replies turning to watch her walk out as the flap in front whips around. He then playfully starts swinging it around in front of him.

“Please stop,” Katie replies at the juvenile action as she turns around to get her supplies out almost regretting agreeing to help him, but she reminds herself it's for a good cause.

Molly returns with a couple wash cloths; one waded up and one folded. “Sorry, hun,” Molly says as she kneels in front of him.

“What? Why?” Paul asks, looking over the mounds on his chest trying to figure out what she would be sorry for kneeling in front of him. However, he quickly realizes as he practically squeals feeling the ice-cold touch enveloping his quickly deflating cock. “Holy Fuck!!”

“Sorry, hun,” Molly replies, “it's the quickest way to make it fit.”

“Shit, that sucked,” Paul says as she finally moves the cold cloth away using the dry one to wipe off the excess fluid. He can barely even feel as she stuffs him into the pocket at the front of the unit.

“You’ll want to use this,” Katie says handing Molly the adhesive she found in his cabinet.

“Thanks,” Molly said lining the edges and firmly placing the end right on his perineum.

“Perfect!” announces Katie as she takes the adhesive and begins working along the other edges. Once there all in place she breaks out her cosmetics to start covering the seams. Looking over her shoulder to Molly, “I pretty much got this from here. You might want to pick out a different outfit if we’re going shopping later.”

Molly looks down again realizing she’s still naked, “oh, right. Back in a bit.”

“Take your time; we’re going to be a bit,” Katie replies thinking what she has to work with.

Nearly an hour later, Molly comes parading back looking significantly different. As her heels announced her arrival, Katie got to a stopping point on Vyki’s facial make up in preparation for Molly. And seeing her walk in looking like a housewife goddess she was not disappointed. “I’m still amazed you put so much into going out. You make my shirt and jeans look downright homely.”

Molly chuckled as nobody would think Katie’s low cut crop top and painted on jeans were homely. Not to mention, she really spent most of her time trying to cool off her body in the shower after getting clean. All she really did was dry off, put on the dress & earrings, slip into shoes and do her daily makeup routine. “Thanks, but you still steel the show. Speaking off, how’s your latest work?”

“Come see for yourself,” Katie announced standing back from her client.

Molly came around and front; if she didn’t know that was her husband, she was sure it would have been another neighborhood housewife caught in her bedroom getting ready. Katie had made the seams disappear, and the fiery mane looked like it had grown from her head for years. And the face was elegance hiding and blending the natural angles. In fact, looking again and noting the collar Molly had another interpretation of her look. “Guess you’re the house slut now, hun.”

Vyki opened her mouth in shock. “Oh my God!” she said before swiping at Molly’s dress.

“Careful with those talons, babe,” Molly said after stepping out of the way of the swipe before picking one up to examine it.

“I knew you liked French tip, but all I had was the medium length ones, but I thought they still looked good,” Katie mentioned.

“These are medium,” Vyki asked exasperated.

“Oh ya!” Katie said taking a few more strokes on her makeup, “I could easily see you with inch or two claws.”

Vyki remembers longer ones she had in training, but she was happy to stick with these ‘shorter’ ones if needed.

“We’re almost ready to get her dressed. Where’s her dress? She’s running out of time,” Katie asked.

Molly looked at her phone, “well, Miss H’s boys said they’re on the way so they should be here soon with it.”

“It’s not here yet?!?” Katie panicked.

“Don’t worry,” Molly assured her, “they just had to stop and get boots that would work. She didn’t agree to it until this morning, so they’ve only been able to look for a few hours.”

“K,” Katie said adding final touches to Vyki’s makeup. “This better not be for naught. I appreciate her patience, but I’m not doing this for fun.” Like clockwork, the doorbell chimed indicating an arrival.

“That’s probably them; I’ll be right back with the dress!” Molly says as she flourishes out of the room, her heels clicking away to the front door.

“You’re so lucky,” Katie says for more than one reason as she puts the final last touches on Vyki’s face.